Crazy Roommate Obsessed with Showering on the Balcony Chapter 1

My roommate likes to take cold showers on the porch balcony.

She claims it helps detox her body and brightens her skin.

I tried to warn her: “You really should protect your privacy.”

Not only did she ignore me, but she doubled down, accusing me of being jealous of her figure.

Eventually, photos of her showering were posted online.

Some street punks came to our dorm to harass her, threatening to strip her clothes off.

She pointed the finger at me, saying, “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering out on the balcony!”

I was dragged into Willowshade Park by those punks and violated until death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back the same day she started taking cold showers on the porch.

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“Juliette, can you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk.”

“I’m busy showering. Not convenient.”

Lyric Ashcroft, my roommate, was on the porch balcony, soaking in cold water and basking in the sunlight with an ecstatic expression on her face.

Harper Hall Dorms wasn’t tall—just three floors. Down below, people came and went, and anyone glancing up could see Lyric’s display fully.

But Lyric didn’t care. Instead, she twisted her body even more provocatively as if she wanted the world to admire her figure.

The neighboring building housed the boys' dorm. Some guys deliberately wandered past just to steal a glance at her.

Watching Lyric flaunt herself like this made me tremble with rage. I wanted to storm out there and strangle her.

The scene was identical to what I had witnessed in my previous life.

I suppressed the fury bubbling inside me. Now wasn’t the time to act.

Killing her would be too easy. I needed her to suffer the consequences of her actions—that was the only way to quench my burning hatred.

Expressionless, I grabbed the bottle of body wash from her desk.

So you love showering on the balcony? Fine. You’ll shower to your heart’s content.

In my previous life, Lyric had come across a blog post claiming that cold showers followed by sunbathing helped detox the body, brighten the skin, and even achieve a perfect tan.

She believed it wholeheartedly and began copying the routine.

At first, she took cold showers in the dorm bathroom, wrapping herself in a towel to sunbathe on the porch afterward. That was somewhat understandable.

But then she decided it was too much hassle. She installed a makeshift shower on the porch so she could wash and sunbathe simultaneously, claiming it was the most efficient detox method.

Sunbathing in itself isn’t a big deal.

But our dorm was on the third floor, and the porch had a clear glass railing. Anyone passing by could see her.

While most people used the porch to dry clothes, Lyric used it to put herself on display.

Worried she’d attract unwanted attention, I once threw a towel over her and dragged her inside.

I tried to warn her that showering outside was a privacy risk and could invite trouble from the wrong people.

Lyric just sneered and yanked off the towel.

“If they’re only looking at me and not anyone else, doesn’t that prove I’m attractive?” she said smugly.

“It’s the 21st century, Juliette. Are you some Victorian prude? Get with the times.”

“And honestly? You’re just jealous because my body’s better than yours.”

I was speechless at her twisted logic and could only let her continue her balcony antics.

Eventually, someone uploaded photos of her to the Campus Buzz Board.

Though her face was blurred, the rest of her body was straightforward.

The photos caused a massive stir. Everyone speculated about who the girl was.

Some guys even made crude jokes about bringing telescopes to the dorms for a better view.

Soon, groups of male students—and even punks from off-campus—crowded below our dorm. It disrupted everyone’s lives.

The uproar angered the female students, who banded together in protest.